Obession
He took a slow breath as he looked over the feline in the bed. Her breath was slow and steady, her face serene in slumber. A low moan came from the skunk as he looked at her It was as if an angel had come to Earth and he'd managed to snag her. She was nearly perfect. Her smile took his breath away. The way her perfect teeth flashed in between those dark lips, how her eyes lit up and sparkled, she could light up a room. Under her tasteful, yet fashionable clothes, her body was perfectly toned. Her body was that of a hunter. So sleek and seductive, but at the same time with a hint of danger. Like steel wrapped in silk. A jungle huntress transplanted into an urban setting; and she had thrived.
A lighter flared for a moment, throwing harsh light over his face as he lit up a cigarette. The skunk's hands were trembling as he took a drag. Just one, that's all he would allow himself for now. He had to calm his nerves. Couldn't do what he had planned if he was all jittery. Breathing smoke from his mouth and nose, he turned his attention back to the goddess on the bed.
He saw her at the club and watched her as she spent time with some friends. As soon as he saw her, he had his sketch book out and was working. Occasionally someone would come over and try to seduce her. The fools. Just from watching her he knew exactly what she wanted. He also knew that no one, save he, could give her what she wanted. So he had waited, playing the part of a hunter himself. Couldn't go after her while others were around. No, the timing had to be perfect. He had to get her alone so he could make her the offer. He knew all too well that someone might reject an irresistible offer just because there were others there.
It terrified him when he saw her heading towards the door with her friends. He had to resist the urge to leap from his chair and chase her down. Luck was with him though, she had just been talking with a friend that was leaving. She came back into the club and returned to her seat and her drink. He had never felt relief that strongly before. He'd let out a sigh of relief and turned back to nurse his drink. Just like with cigarettes, he never had too much before having some fun. Only after everything was done did he indulge in any great amounts. By then he felt he earned it.
He'd nearly finished his drink when she came up to the bar to order another for herself. His heart nearly stopped when he looked upon her beauty, smelled her scent. His fur almost literally tingled and his skin crawled with excitement. She smiled at him and talked to him, asking him how he was. Just some small talk at first. Didn't take long before he had her laughing, her head throwing back and powerful teeth flashing against red gums and dark lips. He wanted to lean in and kiss her there, but the timing hadn't been right.
After a little talking, she paid her bill and went to leave the club for the night. Without really looking, he dropped some bills onto the bar and followed her. She pretended not to notice him as he got his jacket at the door, hands slipping into his pockets as he followed her. They had gotten out to the covered parking deck when she finally turned to look at him. Her eyes sparkled for a moment, recognizing him. "Oh, you heading home too?" Her voice was musical, a light purr flavoring every word as it rolled off her tongue and poured across her lips. The goddess's visage softened some as she tilted her head to the side. "I'm sorry, didn't find what I was looking for. It's been a long day, so I'm just going to go home."
Her rejection washed over him, meaningless. They both knew just what she wanted, and he was the only one that could give it to her. Plastic crackled in his pocket as he felt a baggy he kept there. It just took a little work and he had the bag open and was pulling out a strip of cloth. A sweet scent tickled his nose as he brought the moist cloth out. He moved in quickly, wrapping an arm around her belly as he clamped the cloth over her face. The shock of him slamming into and grabbing her suddenly made the panthress gasp. She jerked in his grip, but she had already taken in a lungful of the sedative.
Had he not gotten the cloth over her nose, she could have broken free. Now, it was just a matter of seconds before she slumped in his grip. Pulling the cloth away, he stuffed it into a pocket, holding her against his chest. Slipping his arms under hers, he pulled her back towards his car. After tucking her in the back seat and covering her with a blanket, he had cleared the area then drove back.
Which brought him here to the bedroom down in his garage. She looked so perfect there on his bed. The satin sheets and the single soft light overhead made her look even better. She really was a beauty so pure, so perfect, it was almost unreal. Nearly perfect, but not quite. She was missing one small, yet vitally important, detail. He had a solution for that though. Looking down at the sketchpad in his lap, the naked skunk tapped the ashes off his cigarette as he looked at the drawing of her. Yes, it was perfect, she would be perfect.
He had to hurry though, no telling how much longer she would be complacent. Grinding out the smoke, he put the sketch pad down on a cart before rising from the seat. Wheeling the cart over to the bed, he looked at her again and licked his lips. He grabbed a towel from the bedside and laid it out on the bed. Sliding his arms under her, he rolled her over onto it. A blush spread across his cheeks as he let out a soft gasp, feeling her breast against his arm. Moving his hand up some, he let his fingers press against the soft flesh. He rubbed slowly, fingers finding her nipple and circling it for a moment.
His head shook his head, couldn't let himself get distracted. Had to get his mind back on the task at hand. The skunk straddled her legs, pressing his thighs against her hips. Reaching over to the cart, he grabbed a pair of gloves and pulled them on. He had to bite his lip to keep from moaning as his body rubbed against her silken thighs. Before he could get too distracted, he grabbed his sketch book and set it next to her on the bed. Next he picked out a bottle and shook it as he looked at her obsidian back. Before, he had used everything from paint to dye and even tried white-out at one point. Then he had found this wonderful quick-bleach for hair. It worked fast and could be stopped with some water mixed with a little finisher.
Leaning over her, he planted a hand on the bed next to her. Looking over at the sketch, he lifted the bottle and began to apply the bleach. The color began to drain from her fur as he worked. He knew just what had to be done, the design that would look best on her. As he worked, the skunk began to breath a little heavier. The closeness of her body, the warmth and feel of her muscles against his body, and watching the patterns unfold in front of him. He kept the lines thin, twining them in and around each other.
Her muscles twitched and shifted under him as he worked. He bit his lip and let out a soft moan, feeling his cock firming up against her. Like any guy, there was a lot that could get him hard, especially rubbing against a hot number like this. But he had found out that nothing could quiet get him as hard as when he was doing this. It was just something odd that he didn't try to think about too much. Didn't really matter when it came down to it. Pushing against her rear, he ground his hard length against her flesh. The scent of his precum began to mix with the smell of the bleach, tickling at his nose.
Before he knew what as happening, the bottle was running empty. And on top of that, she was starting to stir. His goddess let out a groggy sounding moan as her head rolled, arms shifting a little. His heart leapt up into his throat as he jerked the bottle away, not wanting to ruin his art. Off came the gloves, dropping them onto the cart next to the empty dye bottle. Sliding off her reluctantly, he slipped his arms under the treasure. He let out a groan and lifted her up. For as sleek and sultry as she was, the pantheress was heavier than one might expect. Honestly, one of the hardest choices he had to make had been how to pose her. Inspiration had hit him as soon as he got home.
Laying her down on the backless seat he'd occupied a short time ago, he let her drape there. The seat was just large enough to hold her body up at the perfect height for him to mount her. When the time came that is. Reaching down, he adjusted her a little, leaning back to look at her for a moment. It was a perfect fit. Her luscious chest hung off the front, breasts pressed up just a little by the padded edge of the seat. For a long moment, he stood completely still, just adoring her body and how she was so helpless in front of him. A groan from her and a twitch prompted him into motion.
Dropping quickly, he grabbed her right leg and lifted it to the chair's leg. Using some vetrap bandage, he wrapped it around her and the chair several times. Crossing it over and under the foot rests, he made sure her leg wasn't going anywhere. Moving quickly, he reached for her other leg to secure it to the seat. The pantheress let out a confused mew and pawed at the ground, leg moving out of his reach. Shuffling around, he grabbed her leg and brought it up. As he tried to secure it, her tail flicked against his cheek. Snatching it up quickly, he wrapped it over her thigh, holding it against her leg. Wrapping them up quickly, he started to stand, but something made him freeze.
There, right in front of him, was her pussy. He could smell her essence there, hidden away between those lips. His cock was aching, just begging to be buried up inside of her. A groan slipped from his mouth as he reached up, rubbing a finger against her slowly. Pressing a finger against her, he spread her lower lip just a little before leaning in to sniff at her. His tongue began to slide out of his mouth, inching towards her body.
Before he could get a taste of her, he snapped his head away. No, he had to finish his work before he could have some fun with her. She wasn't fully awake yet, just starting to shake off what he did to her. He had to finish before she could struggle or scream. Grabbing a pair of cuffs he'd made out of some hook and loop fastener, he wrapped one around each of her wrists. He pulled her arms behind her slowly and grabbed onto both with one hand. The skunk reached up and pulled down a cable, the spool making a ratcheting sound as it unwound. It only took a second to hook a clip on the cable to the rings on the cuffs. Lifting up on the cable, he forced her arms up a little more, but not too far. A test pull let him know that the spool had locked into place, lifting her front up some.
Her eyes were just starting to open and her head was rolling around when he came in front. She opened her mouth to slur out a question, but was silenced when he put a gag into her mouth. The pantheress chewed on it some and make a choking noise as her mouth was spread open by the rubber-coated metal ring that held the plug in place. "Just relax, Cherie;" he churred at her. His voice was soft, having a slight foreign accent to it. "I could not pass up such an angel as yourself, no?"
Moving to the cart, he wheeled it back over to her side. "Ah, looks like it is almost done." Retrieving a wash cloth from a bowl of water, he began to wipe off the stripes he had given her. Oh it could not be more perfect. Where he laid down the bleach had turned her sable fur the white of a virgin snowfall. Rubbing gently with the cloth, he turned it occasionally and kept wiping off her back. The stripes were so perfect that he almost cried. He had gone with a design inspired by those tribal tattoos. The curves and sharp angles were simply exquisite. His sketches gave him a good idea of what to do, but things changed once she was there in front of him, back bared and ready waiting.
He had crafted two clear sets of the tribal lines. Graceful curves danced and twined with each other, following the lines of muscle under her fur. Sharper angles combined with those, darting in and out of the twists to form a complex design. The lines flared out in two places along her body. The first instance was around her shoulder blades. Gentle curves followed those muscle and bones before sharply doubling back. The lines swept and danced along her body until they hit her hips. There they spread out, like a waterfall hitting on rocks. This was the only time where the two nearly identical sets of lines met and meshed together. It was honestly more than he had even imagined it would be.
She turned her head to look at him as he ran a finger along one of the lines. "Oh, you want to see, Precious? Allow me one moment, oui?" Her eyes followed him as he picked up a camera. The skunk moved around her slowly, snapping pictures of his handiwork. He made a slow circuit of her body, snapping her back from several angles. Moving in, he took some close up shots of some more exotic areas.
As he went behind her to take some shots of the lines on her hips, he saw her pussy lips were starting to swell. Reaching down, he pulled her petals open just a little, looking at the dew there. "Oh, the flower of love is waiting for my bee to come pollinate." She moaned around the gag and watched him as his fingers ran over her lips. With camera in one hand, he took several pictures of her peach; using his other hand to part her labia and show off the juicy meat. No, an ordinary woman would have a peach. His goddess had ambrosia. She was waiting for her mortal lover to sample it. Pulling himself away from her, he moved around to her front, rubbing her cheek. "So lovely, and so ready;" he purred.
Before her body could consume him and draw in his wanton desires further, he pulled away from her. Leaving her there, he crossed to a TV that hung on the wall. The screen was in perfect view of her, perched there almost a foot above a shelf. Placing the camera on the shelf, he picked out a cable and plugged it in. As soon as he turned on the TV, an image of her new tribal-themed stripes appeared on the screen. The display caught every nuance perfectly, showing them as larger-than-life. He turned towards her and felt pride well up in his chest. Her gorgeous green eyes were wide, staring right at the screen as it flipped through the pictures slowly.
With his angel looking at the pictures of herself, a couple dozen easy, he went to the corner of the room and grabbed one of two camcorders that were waiting. The two were identical, and had their own tripod. However, one of the stands was obviously more sophisticated than the other. Unplugging the pair from the wall, he carried them to her and set them on the ground. Picking the one with the more simplistic stand, he opened the screen and turned it on. The chirping of the camera made her try to look at him, but she was quickly drawn back to the TV as the pictures changed.
This camcorder he set up close to the ground. Flipping open the viewscreen, the aroused skunk knelt over it and adjusted the angle and zoom slowly. These had to be set up almost as precisely as the art he had laid down on her back. The camera sat low to the ground, angled up towards her rear. Adjusting it a little, he moaned at the little screen as it showed an upward shot, gazing up at her treasure. A hand fell to his erect cock, smearing some of his precum over his tip as he looked between camera and real life. Only when he was satisfied with the angle did he touch a small button on top. The skunk held his breath as the light flashed red for a few seconds before turning a soft blue.
Before his lusts could distract him further, he picked up the other camera and moved. This one would go at her side, giving them a profile shot. It was far easier to set up, mainly because he didn't have to line it up exactly as he had the other. All he had to do was get it in the right area and then everything else would take care of itself. Standing to the side, he looked at the screen as he moved it around. Didn't take too long before he felt it was ready as well. Tapping the button, he felt his belly flutter nervously as he waited once more for the light to flick over.
Her eyes followed him as he walked over to the TV and changed the channel. The screen flickered blue for a moment before resolving itself into a picture of the panther's desirable derriere. He looked down at the remote in his hand and played with it a second. He flipped the selector and played with one of the few buttons on the tiny cylinder. Both watched as the camera zoomed in right on the feline's privates. Seeing her own twat, the panther pinned her ears back with embarrassment and turned her head away.
He didn't notice it right away since he was playing with the remote. A tap of a button changed the display to the other remote. Playing with a small joystick, he changed it's orientation. The camera swept along her body before focusing on her chest. Those desirable, full breasts that hung from her chest. His mouth began to water as he looked at them, swaying with each of her breaths. Turning his attentions back to her, he saw she wasn't watching the show.
The skunk crossed over to her quickly. Dropping to a crouch in front of her, he reached out to cup her head, turning her back towards him, and thus, the TV. Looking at her face, he let out a soft moan and ran his fingers over her cheek slowly. Sliding his finger over, he hooked a thumb into a ring set into the plug. The hard rubber piece came out with a soft pop. She gasped, tongue slipping out past the ring. He leaned in close to her, using his tongue to push hers back into her mouth. Tilting his head to the side he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. He slid his tongue over hers, feeling the slightly rough texture on the top side. For just a moment, the feline's predator side came out and she uttered a growl of resistance, tongue trying to force his from her mouth. Her growl deepened as she narrowed her eyes, pressing into the kiss even as she tried to force him out.
His hand moved under her body as they kissed, tongues wrestling with one another. His seeking fingers found her teat, the pink nub already pebble hard. Taking the nipple in his fingers, he gave it a slow pinch. She didn't moan, but he could feel her twitch just a little, pressing against his hand. Smiling, he worked his tongue deeper as he twisted the nub slowly. This time she did moan, eyes fluttering. He released the peak for a second before pushing his finger against it, pressing the teat into her mammary for a second before allowing it to spring back.
Breaking the kiss was incredibly hard for him to do, simply because he wanted to hold onto it. After several tries, he managed to pry himself away from her. Before her tongue could escape her mouth, he put the plug back in, twisting it gently to wedge it in there. He lowered his gaze to her breasts, seeing the pink nipples standing out of her dark fur. His finger plucked at the nipple, smiling when he heard her moaning. "Ah, does that feline of my fantasies enjoy that?" Without looking, he reached over to the cart and plucked a pair of metal pieces from a lower shelf.
The skunk was purring as he placed a clamp on one of her nipples, the small weight dangling from the bottom pulling it tighter. He grinned as she moaned into the gag, pulling at the restraints. "Le lait de la vie," he moaned softly as he placed the other clamp onto her other teat. The chair creaked as she shifted, the bonds stretching just a little but not releasing her. He gave the little weighted clamps a flick with his finger, setting them rocking. He glanced at the TV, watching as the camera caught the swinging breasts and the glint of metal from the clips.
He couldn't resist it anymore and stood up, moving around behind the pantheress. His hands shook with eager energy as he grabbed her rear, spreading her cheeks open slightly. The female's groin was wet with her dew, flower opened and waiting for him. A low moan came from his lips as he spied her ruby inner lips. Oh how he wanted to push his pestle into her mortar and perform the alchemy of love. The urge was so strong, he found himself holding his base in his hand, rubbing it up and down against her peach. Her entrance was so hot, the moisture clinging to him.
Before the primal urge could consume him completely, the skunk pulled away. Ears perked as he heard a muffled mew from his fettered feline. She wanted him to drive into her as badly as he wanted to do it. His mouth hung open as he pushed into her body. Oh merci! Her silken sleeve parted for him so eagerly, pulling him deeper. The muscles in her rear quivered under his hands, the ripple traveling up her back and across his perfect markings. His eyes lost focus as he pushed in all the way to his root. He was buried inside of her for a second or two before he finally realized it and stopped trying to push further.
For a long moment he stood behind her, as still as a statue. Her body undulated around him with each beat of her heart. The skunk kept his ears upright as his queen shivered under him, her breath stuttering through her nostrils and hissing around her gag. Her tunnel was hotter than his fingers had told him. The soft, warm heat soaked into his cock and reached towards his core. She moved under him, a subtle shift that begged for him to take action. Every inch of her body was screaming at him. Take me. Fuck me. Claim me as your own.
Rocking back, he drew out of her clinging nethers. A chill raced across him when he pulled out, his body urging him to stay buried inside of her furnace. He couldn't resist the siren call and plowed back home. Her body tightened around him for just a second after his hips slapped her rear. She pinned her ears back with a moan, tongue slipping out of the ring for a second. The panther's eyes were locked onto the screen, watching as his cock plunged into her and his orbs slapped against her body. With her attention glued to the screen, and his focus on her, they began to make love.
He kept his thrusts short, barely moving in and out of her heavenly fruit. A pit was already forming in his stomach, making the male groan. He had spent too much time preparing and letting the moment build up! The goddess pulled at her bonds, making her flawless form writhe against his. His jaw shook as he moaned, turning the sound into a quivering noise of rapture. "Mer-merde!" gasped the male as his fingers dug into her pert rear, pulling her back against him. Less than a minute after his finale started, the fireworks blew inside of her. She uttered a moan, eyes shuttering when she saw his sac jumping against his body.
The male's body jerked as he pulled out; fighting her tightness to remove his boat from her tunnel of love. He managed to remove himself fully, but the sensation of her lips sliding along his tip made him buck forward again. The skunk's cock slipped between her luscious ass cheeks, oozing out a last bit of his semen onto her rear. His body was heaving as he pulled away from her, legs barely able to support the male. Both watched as some of his seed oozed out of her body, dripping down onto the floor.
He had to lean against a wall as gravity threatened to pull him to the floor. The male's world spun for a long moment as he looked at his goddess, bound and soiled by his cream. Slowly, her head turned back towards him, ears and cheeks flushing hot. Her tongue hung out of the ring gag, eyes begging him not to stop now. Staggering over towards her, he reached out towards her body. Cupping her chin, he fed his spent cock through the ring. The feline's eyes closed fully as she moaned, pressing his length against the roof of her mouth.
The male gasped, jaw working as he slid right into her willing and waiting mouth. Running his fingers through her hair, he felt how hot her ears were. His fingers trailed down along her back, then up her arms. Her head bobbed slowly over his length, working him as best she could with the gag in place. A quick tug freed her arms, which wrapped around his body and pulled him against her face, holding him there. She looked up at him, eyes full of wanton desires that he couldn't ignore. Before things got too far, he slid from her grasp, leaving his cock standing tall again as it freed itself from her mouth.
Moving behind her, he unwrapped her legs one at a time. They dangled there limply after he removed the bonds, the panther watching him as he moved back to her front. When he freed her head and mouth from the gag, she looked up at him with those jewel-like eyes of hers. The feline lunged suddenly, grabbing him by the shoulders and pinning him to a wall. His heart leapt into his throat as he gasped. Using that opening, she pressed her mouth to his in a heated kiss. Her tongue met his as soon as their muzzles locked, swirling and dancing with each other. Her sleek, silken body pressed against him, grinding with a purr so low that it vibrated through his being.
She broke the kiss with a gasp, saliva connecting their mouths for a second as they panted. The panther groaned at him, arching her body forward; "That was the greatest thing I've ever felt!" Her eyes shone at him as she blushed again, leaning in to nuzzle his neck. "My name is Madeline, my real one I mean." His fingers trailed along her sides as he buried his nose into her hair; "My name is Paul." He took a deep breath of her scent. It was far better than he could've ever imagined it to be. Madeline blushed as she looked down at his cock, her eyes hungry. "I couldn't have imagined it would feel that good when we were talking about it online. The feeling of being kidnapped, so helpless, so..." she trailed off as she sank to her knees in front of him. Paul gasped as her mouth wrapped around his cock, taking him down to the root in one go. "I'm sorry, you didn't get to finish did you?" He blushed hot, thinking about all the times they had done this kind of thing in cyber space. Now here they were, in his basement. The panther purred as she pulled back, mouth trembling around his pole. "We have all night for that."
Madeline smiled as she stood up, looking her lover right in the eyes. A tremor shook through her body as she took his hand and pulled him towards the bed. "Remember when we were setting all this up?" Paul grunted out a noise as she pushed him onto the bed and slid into his lap. "Yeah, you wanted to get away from your home, and we decided to do this fantasy." She moved over him and breathed out a sigh as his cock invaded her body again. "Mmmhm. I forgot to mention one thing." His ears perked up as the skunk lay back under the larger female. "I... I, um... Well, you see..." her cheeks burned as she whispered; "I'm in heat, and..." His finger on her lips stopped her, "Do you want me to get some protection?" She kissed his finger, "No, I want everything you have to give me." Her lips parted in a Cheshire grin as she lifted away from him before dropping back heavily. "Even if I have to take it!" The skunk groaned under her, "Merci!"